Selûne accepted the knife her biological younger sister handed her without hesitation. "That's wonderful! You've made an agreement with Dark Sun?"
Although she was good at causing trouble, she knew the little schemes between Gods like the back of her hand.
"Mm. We've agreed that it'll be enough as long as he says he did it. Cyric won't expose us." Shar's tone was flat, as if she and Dark Sun had merely exchanged a few casual words rather than conducted a careful, serious deal.
But for Selûne, that was enough... If it were her, and she could make her enemy vomit blood—or even appear before her of their own accord—she would gladly accept such a huge, perfectly round scapegoat.
As long as she could win the fight, Selûne didn't mind whether what she had accepted was a stack of pots piled as high as a mountain.
Then again, perhaps it was also because Shar was secretly stirring up trouble without harboring any hostility toward Selûne. Thus, her instincts sensed no danger. As long as the reason sounded plausible, the Moon Maiden would never think too deeply about it.
Hill silently watched the Undead Priest crawl out of the cave on the giant screen and begin the arduous task of picking up corpses one by one. He struggled to maintain his expressionless face... He now understood why Selûne was always deceived.
As long as the other party's plans did no harm to Selûne herself, she acted entirely on instinct.
But an instinct formed after only hearing half the conversation... Wait, he was overthinking it.
What kind of ending awaited anyone who used Selûne? That truly remained unknown. It was true that Selûne could cause major disasters because of a mistaken judgment, and her target might suffer—but the person using her would